"The dragons are your future."
All her life, Aria's mother's words stuck. She didn't understand. Until her 15th year. Two mysterious people tell her she's a dragon, a supernatural being that can control an element and turn into a dragon. After her family is taken by the royal guards, she is now a wanted fugitive. And now, she has no choice but to follow the two or, without their help, her family dies.
Whisked away to a secret sanctuary for the surviving dragons after the Holy Dragon War, Aria finally understands who she really is in the Dragon Academy. There, she learns magic, battle, and the pride and honor of being a dragon.
But Aria doesn't seem to be your everyday dragon either. Turns out she's a far more important being, one thought to not exist, and one powerful enough to change the course of the universe. With the responsibility she carries of holding the whole species of dragons on her shoulders, she doesn't know who to trust.
Meanwhile, her brother Luther has been captured by the royal guards. Accidentally passing a trial, he decides to pursue the path of Dragon Knight, who are responsible for capturing Dragons and making them their own. Whether he knows it or not, he starts hunting down Aria.
The Dawn of Dragons begins now.
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Two months have passed since the conversation between Princess Elise and Grace. With the appearance of EleniumFruyes, Haren starts training to control his powers in preparation for the inevitable war fast approaching. After meeting up with an old ally, it's time to fight back against the growing conflict that threatens to change the fate of the world as they know it.
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Falling. Darkness. Silence. Nothing. Then, he stopped. Now, he was standing in a black void surrounded by echoing shouts and cries as pitch black flames lapped at his feet like breaking waves on a shore. Muffled shouts reverberated through the nothingness around him. A burning heat drilling through the back of his eyes as the flames around him threatened to consume his very being. Feeling something wet and sticky, he looked down at his clawed hands to see them painted crimson. A shadowed figure crumpled at his feet. It looked familiar.